Fishermen

Fishing, boating, and camping have always been hobbies of the Meyer family. When I was little my grandparents owned a boat and we would travel to the Mississippi River every weekend. We would swim, have picnics, and fish. Although I enjoyed going to the sandbars, the most memorable trips are when the "men" would take their fishing trips. My grandpa, dad, brother, and I would go on several fishing trips throughout the summer. We would always wake up at the crack of dawn, and fish all day. There is one fishing trip that is unforgettable though.

We woke up and headed out on the waters. It seemed like a typical day of fishing, the weather was nice, and it was a little chilly in the morning. After a few hours the weather turned bad. It began to lightning and the winds picked up. We started to head towards shore but the boat was almost imposable to drive. The waves would crash over the bow of the boat, soaking my brother and I in the front. I could tell by the look on my grandpa and dad's faces that they were a little worried. We never made it back to shore until the storm let up. After sitting around for a while we decided to go back out on the lake and try it again. This time we were more successful.

These fishing trips brought my grandpa, dad, brother, and I closer. We would always share our fishing stories at family meetings. We would joke and argue about who is the best fisherman in the group. A few years ago my grandpa passes away. We sold the boat and our fishing trips came to an end. I will never forget the memorable time we spent out on the lake fishing.